The night lights were the only thing lighting up Asakusa. You were walking tiredly down the rocky path. It was around 1 am, you should've been asleep. In your bed, cozy up and sleeping. Yet you weren't. You were helping Benimaru walk, steadying him as you tried to not let him fall over.

You had gotten a call from the local bar. Benimaru had completely been wasted. This surprised you a little maybe even made you curious. Usually, he gets wasted to celebrate something, was it another gambling spree? Konro, who usually handled him in such situations, was preoccupied with other responsibilities, leaving you to take on the task. He trusted in you for the task, and so you left your bed in the middle of the night to go deal with the matter. You didn't know what you were getting into until you stepped into that bar.

As you stepped into the bar, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hit you. Patrons, mostly other off-duty fire soldiers like yourself, sat at the bar, chatting and drinking. As you looked around, you saw that familiar attire, Benimaru. He sat slumped over a table, surrounded by empty glasses and a few playing cards. As you approached him, he looked up at you, his eyes glazed over and a lopsided smile on his face.

You managed to drag Benimaru out of the bar and onto the quiet streets. You looked over at him as you helped him walk. You couldn't help but feel amused. Usually, he was so calm and nonchalant. You couldn't help but remember what Konro said: “When Beni drinks sake, he becomes the king of glee, and can't stop smiling.” It was a sight, usually, he has a gloomy expression. Benimaru was mumbling some words, his smile not wavering as he spoke. "You're as soft as a mochi.." he drunkenly declared, his head resting on your shoulder. King of glee yet still has that blunt edge, this was going to be a long night. He let out a small drunk laugh, his head still on your shoulder. "You've got the nicest voice I have ever heard," he mumbled, slurring in his speech.